["I'll bet Samu would have something to say about that." it's on the tip of his tongue, ready to roll off. atsumu pauses, waiting for the surge of emotion to follow, not quite bitterness, not quite fondness--more like something in between. a second or two passes and...it doesn't come, and that alone takes atsumu by surprise.]
Two cups. Got it.
[he says, just a bit wooden as he processes this. as atsumu measures out the rice and gives the grains a quick wash, he sneaks a look over at kita. maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought, after all. something about the captain, here, in the cozier kitchen, sets atsumu at ease rather than keys him up, the way kita's presence usually does in the gym or on the court.]
[Atsumu listens when it suits him. Or when he respects the person. Kita is aware of both conditions, and takes the attention seriously. Handing over a bowl for the cut food.]
She would, but she broke her hip a few months ago.
Oh. [his brows crease in concern; flippant as atsumu might be about a lot of things, family isn't really one of them. if it were his grandma, he and samu would be beside themselves without a doubt.]
Sounds pretty serious. Is she doing alright?
[a broken hip on anyone would be a cause for concern, but someone elderly, it'd be ten times worse.]
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